Your fright gives way to memory having coffee with your love or the story your father told you long ago Sunday, July 2 * Afternoon
Sister's files had proven to be as useful as ever.
Bellatrix, hidden once more in the shadow of a tree, inspected the facade of a block of flats. One of them contained someone with whom she had a pressing appointment.
Still, one did not rush into a strange building. The taste of the place must be obtained, the information granted by all of the senses assimilated.
... There were remnants of powerful wards here, still thrumming in the earth. They occupied her attention for a trice as she gauged their purpose.
While she was doing so, a loathsome Muggle machine approached, with all the noise and smoke and abandonment of the dignity due a wizard that entailed.
Lead us not into temptation. Just tell us where it is; we'll find it. Sunday, July 2nd, 2006 ~ Afternoon
It was too soon to be buried in cardboard again. Moving from France, moving to the new flat, moving into the studio space at The Phoenix, packing up the studio space at The Phoenix, and now into the new gallery and studio downtown.
